General   (General discussion, talk about anything.)

Many years ago, my old uncle who lived in Aspull used to come in from work every evening and be greeted by my aunt. She would have taken the tin bath down from the nail on which it hung in the yard, put it in the parlour and have spent ages boiling up water on the old range and filled the bath for him.

This labour of love culminated in her, somewhat ceremoniously pouring water over his head, washing his hair, and scrubbing his back. All this occurred in front of a flickering fire.

Now the strange thing about this tale, often recounted by other people about many of their ancestors in the Wigan area, is that my old uncle was a Hindley bank manager.